Sir is away..has been for a week and not due back for another and I miss him so very much.....
I miss that look with a slight smile and raised eyebrow that promises me so much and makes me catch my breath in wonder......
I desire his breath on my skin, his words in my ear....
I want his hands squeezing my flesh cruelly to be replaced with floggers and paddles raising the heat of my skin until I am cherry red and scored with his scratches and marks...
I need his hand on my throat, over my face controlling my very breath and allowing me only what he wishes to give.....
I yearn for him to fill me any way he wishes, his cock so far down my throat, a hand in my greedy pussy, a fisting, a plug in my ass....
I crave him fucking me hard as he holds me, a hand on my throat, occasionally making me whimper and he draws his nails stinging across my skin.....
I dream of being curled up with him stroking me, telling me how good I have been, how proud he is of his little sub, of him wrapping me up in his arms keeping me safe, wanted, loved and most of all HIS!
Monday, 30 July 2012
Friday, 6 April 2012
His
I laid on my back, trying to keep as still as possible as Sir stroked my soft skin, trembling with anticipation I tried to keep my breathing calm as he drew his nails across my tummy and then my breasts...
He then brought forth from me gasps and moans as he mercilessly grabbed my breast and squeezed to then torment the nipple with twists and tweaks, he then alternated between the two until he had me writhing on the bed wanting more...
He then slid a hand behind my head and grabbed my hair hard making me arch my back upwards and exposing my throat..his other hand was then on my throat to control how much breath I was allowed..I felt myself heaten more and become even more moist as my pulse beat against his fingers. He then clamped his hand over my nose and mouth as he controlled me utterly the only breath I had was what he was allowing me and it was the only air I wanted..
Eventually he moved his hand and slowly worked it down my neck and around my breasts..using fingers and nails to elicit yet more from me, until in one fluid motion he used my hair to lift me up then pull my mouth onto his waiting stiffened cock..where yet again I had my breathing controlled as he filled my throat, pushing past those old gag reflexes and almost bringing me to orgasm from my lack of breath and his fingers cruelly holding my hair...
Finally I was brought up and told to straddle him..he then held me as he plunged himself deep within me and I orgasmed right away I felt as if i had been denied for days not just hours..then with a hand on my throat and one on my hip I was held in place as Sir fucked me at his pace..I lost count of how many times he brought me over the edge and as I floated with him holding me he finally came with me too.
Shnuggles and strokes afterwards as we calmed down and left that amazing plateau behind for another time. In his arms, in his care I was shown again how much I am His, how I would be no others ever...
He then brought forth from me gasps and moans as he mercilessly grabbed my breast and squeezed to then torment the nipple with twists and tweaks, he then alternated between the two until he had me writhing on the bed wanting more...
He then slid a hand behind my head and grabbed my hair hard making me arch my back upwards and exposing my throat..his other hand was then on my throat to control how much breath I was allowed..I felt myself heaten more and become even more moist as my pulse beat against his fingers. He then clamped his hand over my nose and mouth as he controlled me utterly the only breath I had was what he was allowing me and it was the only air I wanted..
Eventually he moved his hand and slowly worked it down my neck and around my breasts..using fingers and nails to elicit yet more from me, until in one fluid motion he used my hair to lift me up then pull my mouth onto his waiting stiffened cock..where yet again I had my breathing controlled as he filled my throat, pushing past those old gag reflexes and almost bringing me to orgasm from my lack of breath and his fingers cruelly holding my hair...
Finally I was brought up and told to straddle him..he then held me as he plunged himself deep within me and I orgasmed right away I felt as if i had been denied for days not just hours..then with a hand on my throat and one on my hip I was held in place as Sir fucked me at his pace..I lost count of how many times he brought me over the edge and as I floated with him holding me he finally came with me too.
Shnuggles and strokes afterwards as we calmed down and left that amazing plateau behind for another time. In his arms, in his care I was shown again how much I am His, how I would be no others ever...
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Found this and it covers so much of myself :D
1. The healthy submissive is capable of, and thrives on, intense, intimate, emotionally open relationships. This is often evident in the number of nourishing, sustaining, and life affirming friendships she makes over the years.
2. The healthy submissive is a giver. She often needs help to ration herself because her impulses nearly always lead her to want to do good for others.
3. The healthy submissive is capable of intense joy, especially in the context of a sustaining relationship.
4. The healthy submissive finds significant relaxation when properly related. She is at ease in that place.
5. The healthy submissive has finely tuned interpersonal sensitivity. She is reactive to subtle shifts in the emotional tone of others.
6. The healthy submissive has a fluidity of self, a flexibility that enables her to adapt to changing circumstances.
7. The healthy submissive is playful.
8. The healthy submissive has no more than the usual cultural conflicts about her body, and its goodness and beauty.
9. The healthy submissive takes pride in her accomplishments.
10. The healthy submissive accepts herself as she is, knowing that while her culture values independence and self sufficiency, she has strong dependency needs and that there is no inherent “wrongness” about those needs.
11. The healthy submissive seeks nourishing relationships.
12. The healthy submissive, in accepting herself “as is” is tolerant of others. But neither will she allow anyone to tell her what her truth should be.
13. The healthy submissive has a reasonable self concept, aware of her difficulties as well as her strengths.
14. The healthy submissive hunger is to be the object of an intense and penetrating understanding. When her nature is understood and she is held in a loving and firm frame, her devotion is almost limitless. The healthy submissive has an enormous capacity for devotion, from which springs her service.
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Happily loved and owned :D
Soo Valentines Day and a year since Sir collared me and claimed all that I offered him.
I spent the morning getting the house super shiny, taking breaks for shnuggles and strokes along the way, later I went shopping then made a fab dinner for us and I got an extra bonus of picking a wine that did go very well and pleased Sir muchly :D We watched a few things and finished with the latest offering from Spartacus.
I then laid on my front and waited for Sirs' attentions which started with stroking and scratching from back of neck to back of knee..what is it about this from him that sends me gently into that place I like that some call subspace? As he played my senses with touch, the scent of him and the sound of his voice and breath I felt warm, wanted, protected and his to do with as he pleased.
He decided to get the pegs out and first he put two on my ear, then the flogging was started :D I do so love his latex flogger, it was the first one he ever used on my skin and just the smell of it is enough to make me shiver and go damp with anticipation. The flicking stinging kiss of it is delicious and he soon had me moaning and wanting more. He then removed the pegs from my ear..a weird sensation and then used them to pinch my flesh which was tickly and sharp at the same time which was rather odd but worked very well at the same time.
He then pulled my pants down (the only thing I had left on) and placed a peg on the soft flesh of my ass and then took his flogger and warmed up my back and ass again whilst avoiding the peg, there is just something about him pulling my pants down and punishing me that makes me very horny and I had to keep quiet and not beg for him or he would start all over again and make me wait even longer for release!!
The peg was finally taken from my skin and then a suede flat flogger was used to make me gasp as he worked my soft white skin to red to then be changed for his more painful knotted suede flogger he then had me in that place where all sensation is mixed up and I float and await the next lash and the next vaguely hearing myself give voice to his work as I moan and yelp and feel myself get even wetter and want him to do........
A position change was called for, I was told to get my white collar and so knelt and waited for him to begin anew. My collar He put on even tighter than before so my breathing was restricted and I had to concentrate on it more..a fabulous sensation and I loved it. Whilst he laid in front of me I applied myself to pleasing him in the ways he enjoys and soon his large cock as well as his nipples were hard and he was happy with my efforts, then a hand grabbed my hair and my mouth was guided to his cock here I gave him head. This was even more enjoyable for me than usual since my breath was so controlled and as I deep throated him I could feel the pressure against my collar..an intense feeling that I liked a lot and I could feel myself close to orgasm.
Sir all this time was playing with my clit and teasing my hungry self so knew the exact moment to lift my head by my hair and order me to straddle him...with his hands holding my hips in place he thrust up into me where he was rewarded with a gasping almost scream and so he carried on fucking me and it was not very long until I was orgasming intensely, my head was then buried in his chest my breathing almost non existent except for gasps here and there and I had yet more orgasms elicited from me before we both climaxed together and on the peak of that one he popped off my collar and another kind of rush swept over me!!
I collapsed on top of him to breath and thank him and be stroked and say those things that are a part of us and the moment....
So a year on after being collared and I am still happy and loved and his and never want nor wish it any other way.
I spent the morning getting the house super shiny, taking breaks for shnuggles and strokes along the way, later I went shopping then made a fab dinner for us and I got an extra bonus of picking a wine that did go very well and pleased Sir muchly :D We watched a few things and finished with the latest offering from Spartacus.
I then laid on my front and waited for Sirs' attentions which started with stroking and scratching from back of neck to back of knee..what is it about this from him that sends me gently into that place I like that some call subspace? As he played my senses with touch, the scent of him and the sound of his voice and breath I felt warm, wanted, protected and his to do with as he pleased.
He decided to get the pegs out and first he put two on my ear, then the flogging was started :D I do so love his latex flogger, it was the first one he ever used on my skin and just the smell of it is enough to make me shiver and go damp with anticipation. The flicking stinging kiss of it is delicious and he soon had me moaning and wanting more. He then removed the pegs from my ear..a weird sensation and then used them to pinch my flesh which was tickly and sharp at the same time which was rather odd but worked very well at the same time.
He then pulled my pants down (the only thing I had left on) and placed a peg on the soft flesh of my ass and then took his flogger and warmed up my back and ass again whilst avoiding the peg, there is just something about him pulling my pants down and punishing me that makes me very horny and I had to keep quiet and not beg for him or he would start all over again and make me wait even longer for release!!
The peg was finally taken from my skin and then a suede flat flogger was used to make me gasp as he worked my soft white skin to red to then be changed for his more painful knotted suede flogger he then had me in that place where all sensation is mixed up and I float and await the next lash and the next vaguely hearing myself give voice to his work as I moan and yelp and feel myself get even wetter and want him to do........
A position change was called for, I was told to get my white collar and so knelt and waited for him to begin anew. My collar He put on even tighter than before so my breathing was restricted and I had to concentrate on it more..a fabulous sensation and I loved it. Whilst he laid in front of me I applied myself to pleasing him in the ways he enjoys and soon his large cock as well as his nipples were hard and he was happy with my efforts, then a hand grabbed my hair and my mouth was guided to his cock here I gave him head. This was even more enjoyable for me than usual since my breath was so controlled and as I deep throated him I could feel the pressure against my collar..an intense feeling that I liked a lot and I could feel myself close to orgasm.
Sir all this time was playing with my clit and teasing my hungry self so knew the exact moment to lift my head by my hair and order me to straddle him...with his hands holding my hips in place he thrust up into me where he was rewarded with a gasping almost scream and so he carried on fucking me and it was not very long until I was orgasming intensely, my head was then buried in his chest my breathing almost non existent except for gasps here and there and I had yet more orgasms elicited from me before we both climaxed together and on the peak of that one he popped off my collar and another kind of rush swept over me!!
I collapsed on top of him to breath and thank him and be stroked and say those things that are a part of us and the moment....
So a year on after being collared and I am still happy and loved and his and never want nor wish it any other way.
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